Crippled Master's Young Wife

In the morning, the warm sunshine shines through the glass window, illuminating the woman's soft face.

It's a new day, full of vitality.

Warm, humming a tune in the kitchen, put the prepared food in the eating box.

Seeing that the time was almost up, I packed up my things, took the food box and went to the training studio of the famous music master Dewey.

In order to better improve herself, she has been eating and living in Dewey's studio for more than a month.

The course schedule is full every day.

Music theory knowledge, solfeggio, body dance

Life is busy and full.

The effect is also excellent.

Because this 50 year old music master is a rare music talent.

At the age of retirement, she no longer took apprentices, and she was lucky to be his last disciple, which was also the blessing of Jiang Lingfeng.

Thinking of Jiang Lingfeng and the sentimental kiss last night, he hugged the food box warmly, and his eyes were full of color.

He touched his hot face, warmed down his inner palpitation, saw that the car had reached its destination, and got out of the car with a food box after paying the money.

Dewey's studio, close to the suburbs, was originally a private house, which was later converted into his studio.

Surrounded by green shade, ponds, bridges and corridors, it is like a paradise in a busy city, with a natural and leisure life atmosphere.

Warm lips bent into the tall hall, and a servant had already gone in to report.

"Xiao Nuan, come so early?"

A middle-aged man with elegant temperament came out and looked at the warmth with a loving face.

"Professor Du, the red bean crisp is still hot. Eat it while it's hot."

Warm handed the food box to the servant and opened his mouth with a smile.

"Ha ha, and red bean cake? My mouth can be tricky for you. I thought I wouldn't have this blessing as soon as you left."

Dewey laughed and motioned the servant to take it inside first.

"How can it be? Professor, if you like to eat, I can make it and bring it every day."

Dewey is a gourmet and prefers all kinds of red beans.

On a whim, she made red bean pastry. Dewey praised it and said it was the best red bean pastry he had ever eaten.

So she wrote it down and made red bean pastry as soon as she was free to satisfy his greed.

"Ha ha, well, Xiao Nuan has a heart. Hang your voice first and come back when I finish red bean cake."

Dewey was like an elder of an ordinary family in front of the warmth, and he didn't have any high-ranking airs at all.

I respect him very much.

After clearing her throat, she went to the corridor and raised her throat to the green shade outside, causing a burst of birds to flutter and take off.

After half an hour of vocal practice, I took a warm breath, wiped my sweat and returned to the room.

A servant had already poured the water and put it aside. He took up the water cup and drank water as usual.

Melodious piano sounded, warm put down the water cup, and walked to the piano room with his lips bent.

She knew that a new day of training had begun.

Dewey is quite strict in business.

The warmth strained the nerves and dared not slacken.

Dewey nodded when several songs were sung.

"Yes, it's OK. Hey, in that case, I have no excuse for you to live here again."

Hearing Dewey's ridicule, I couldn't help laughing.

"Professor, if you don't dislike me, I'll stay here."

"Ha ha, I want you to stay here. I'm afraid some people don't like it."

Dewey continued to joke, "after all, if I keep you here, won't someone be able to date every day? It's estimated that I'll have to lift my nest."

"Professor!"

The warm and pretty face turned red, and the watery eyes stared at him coyly.

She knew that he was talking about Jiang Lingfeng.

"Ha ha, shy?"

"Professor, if you make fun of me again, don't want to eat my red bean pastry in the future."

"Ha ha, good. I won't talk about eating people's mouths."

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